God, what was it like to take the Holy Pause of Saturday? Did you practice Sabbath while Jesus, your only son, had died?
Did you sit in a comfortable corner and let yourself cry?
Did you practice breathing, slowly, in and out, trying to find ways to regulate once again?
Did you embrace despondency?
Did it feel like the world had stopped? Did you feel slammed by the bad news–even though you knew it was coming? Did you have to sit for a minute to take in the fullness of its meaning?
Did you simply, actually, pause the world for a few so you could keep your rainbow promises?
Did you feel frustrated that after all you had done, and tried, that Jesus died anyway?
Did you take comfort in sitting with the disciples and Mary, and Mary and Martha as they moaned?
Did you make yourself useful, keeping busy helping all the humans who were in pain, so you could better process your own?
Did you just sleep all day, and try to forget the world existed?
Lord God, I have a sneaking suspicion that Saturday is Holy because it legitimizes our pain, our loss, our anger at injustices, our impatience with the waiting for peace, our heartbrokenness with the state of the world, our feeling of helplessness to be of help to anyone or anything.
And yet, You give us permission to take the time to sit with the pain. You give us the space we need to do absolutely nothing (at first) in response to the evil in the world. You do not barge in with good news or toxic positivity. You let resurrection sneak into our hearts, little by little.
Thank you God for this time and space.
Thank you for being a God who fully experiences the range of emotions and reactions we have.
Thank you for being our God and sitting with us.
Let us sit together a little longer………………………………
Amen.
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